Someone help me with this. And please feel free to tell me if I’m being too harsh.
There’s always a couple little shits at the park. Yeah, I said it. Little Shits. You know them. You’ve met them. They’re the ones who pour sand on the slides, and throw sand at each other. They’re the ones who find giant sticks and run as fast as they can with them, bringing them onto the playground equipment and wielding them like swords. They’re the ones who don’t have any parents or grandparents… Not even nannies, anywhere near them.
I don’t like these kids. Sorry. I don’t. But you know who I like even less? The parents who should be watching them, but aren’t. I don’t even know if the parents are on the premises. But if they are, they’re on a bench several yards away, chatting with their asshole friends or playing Angry Birds on their iPhones.
Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing wrong with Angry Birds.
Tonight we took G to the park so we could run around for an hour before it was time to get ready for bed. When we got there, I was surprised by the huge volume of kids running around at that time of night. But I was even more surprised by the lack of parents. Three boys, about the age of 8 or 9, were running around like crazy (which is fine), and dumping large amounts of sand onto the slide that many kids were trying to come down. (Which is not fine.)
A little girl who appeared to be a sister of one of the boys kept saying, “Why do you do this every time we come to the park?” Then she’d go away for a few minutes only to come back and say, “Mom says you’re never going to be allowed to come here again.”
WHAT MOM? THERE IS NO MOM! NO ONE WAS AROUND TO WATCH THESE KIDS RUIN EVERYONE ELSE’S TIME!!
They persisted. More and more sand on the slide. More and more sand all over the place. Then they started throwing it. Still no parents. And I realized I was looking at them like I was Cruella DeVille and they were Dalmations. “Please stop throwing sand”, came the voice of reason, “It could get in the eyes of other kids. It’s not a nice thing to do.” I was amazed. Who had the wherewithall to finally get these kids to see what they were doing?
It was me. No one else cared.
Moments later I was across the playground with G and glanced over to see what the little shits were doing. Back to throwing sand on to the slide.
Then G saw some wet sand and picked it up. He cocked his arm back, ready to throw. “DON’T!”, I said. “We don’t throw sand. It’s not a good thing to do.” He immediately put the sand down and went on playing.
Amazing what a kid will do when someone is there, paying attention to them.
He and I ran around, pretending to be astronauts and Spongebob. Then he found a kid to repeatedly jump off a big rock with.
About an hour after we had gotten there, we were leaving. The little shits were still making a mess of everything.
I feel bad for being angry with them. It’s not their fault. They’re a product of parents who don’t care, or are just plain too lazy to teach their children right from wrong. Honestly, I find that to be sad and pathetic. And I’m annoyed that I have to deal with the little shits they’re creating.
Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not saying kids who have attentive parents can’t turn out to be bad. I’m just saying it would be nice to see them at least get the opportunity to learn how to be good. Without that, it’s almost a sure thing… They’re going to turn out to be… Oh, you know!